Texas Girl (Pt 64)

Oooooh :O drama x

Drew's POV
A miscarriage. You have got to be kidding me. Of all the things that could have happened to ruin our relationship, it had to be a miscarriage. That's just perfect.
I can't say I didn't ask for it.
I'd done a lot of things that day; a lot of things that made me deserve what I got. And what I got was not only the loss of the baby, but the loss of Justin too.
He wouldn't speak to me. He was only in the room when Doctors or nurses were, so he could listen to their advice about what to do when taking me home. He wouldn't even come within four feet of me. Even when I was in pain, and I tried to reach out for his hand, he'd ignore it. He'd look away, and pretend like I didn't exist. It was beginning to hurt more than the miscarriage itself.
I got out of hospital in about a day and a half. They said it could have been a lot worse, but because the fetus was only small, it wasn't all that hard to fix me up.
The car ride home was the worst. Justin and I, no radio, and a mile of traffic. I decided to break the silence with a question that needed answering before we reached the lodge.
"What do we tell everyone?" I muttered quietly, hoping maybe that if he didn't answer, I could use the excuse that he didn't hear me.
He spoke for the first time since he'd convinced me to keep the baby.
"We tell them that we went out and stayed the night at a hotel".
"But your Mom-".
"She isn't telling anyone".
Oh. Ok. Why can't we tell anyone?
"I don't get why we're lying to everyone" I continued, even though I hated hearing the harsh, spitting tone he had been giving me.
"Because, I don't particularly want people knowing that my fiancé didn't want our baby, and if we tell them about the miscarriage, they're gonna wanna know the entire story" he snapped at me, stepping down on the pedal as the traffic light went green.
I wanted to cry as he stared straight ahead, lapsing back into a painful silence.
"Do you even want to marry me anymore?" I asked, turning my head to face him.
Why, why did I ask that? Now he definitely hates me. Why is he taking so long to answer?
His face told me he wasn't going to speak, and I got a burst of confidence enough to spit:
"Answer me!".
He let out a deep breath he must have been holding in for hours and hours on end, his head turning to look out the window as we stopped at another red light.
"It'll all be ok. This just has to blow over" he sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and finger.
I can't help but be extremely emotional about this.
"So that's a no?".
"No Drew, that is not a no" he breathed, staring ahead like he was watching paint dry.
"Oh I'm sorry am I boring you? Maybe we should have a baby, then you'll pay some fucking attention to me" I spat at him, suddenly really pissed off with his ignorant attitude. His head snapped around to me, eyes on fire as he gave me an intense glare.
"If it's attention you're looking for, try and do something that won't make me want to slap that pretty little face of yours".
My jaw dropped. I realised we were back at the lodge when Justin put the car into park.
"I can't believe you just said that" I breathed, my brow furrowed together as I tried to come to terms with his words.
He didn't look too proud of them either.
I flew out of the car, unable to stand the sight of his ignorant stare anymore. I stormed up the patio steps and into the lodge, Justin on my heels as we both made a tantrum-like effort to enter the house in a rage.
Justin slammed the door behind us, tagging behind me as he called out my name in front of both of our families, relaxing in the sitting room.
"Drew, where are you going?".
"I'm going home".
I'm not, I just want to scare him.
"Why?" he asked again, completely oblivious.
I stopped on my way up the first step of the stairs, turning to round on him.
"Just in case you feel like slapping that pretty little face of mine" I mocked him with a smug, pissed off sort of look, turning to storm back up the stairs.
Justin's hand came into contact with my bruised wrist within seconds.
"Drew, I didn't mean it, stop acting like a brat".
"If that's your apology, you're gonna have to do a lot better than that".
"My apology? What about yours?" he spat back.
"What do I have to apologise for?".
Both of our families could see and hear everything that was going on, but we continued to argue nonetheless.
"You didn't want our baby for crying out loud! You went to get an abortion without my permission! You took my car! You booked an appointment! You had a miscarriage!".
Well, I guess that cat's out of the bag.
"It's not my fault I had that miscarriage, but you know what? I'm glad I did! Otherwise I'd be stuck having that stupid baby with you!" I was properly screaming at him now, tears streaming down my cheeks as I vented everything that had been coursing through my mind. I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. I knew what was coming. I don't know why, but I sort of just saw it playing out in my mind.
The world around us disappeared, and it was as if we were alone when he did it.
His hand came down hard across my right cheek, the force of his powerful hit knocking me down on the stairs. A sharp intake of breath came from the families watching, but I didn't even glance to look at their expressions, I was much too busy staring up at Justin.
He looked like someone had just slapped HIM across the face. His mouth was parted ever so slightly, his hand still suspended in the air. He looked like he might have a heart attack any second. Regret filled his eyes, their usual hazel brown instead of deathly black.
How is it possible to stare up at him, after what he's just done, and still be unconditionally in love with him?
I'd stopped crying, even though I should be tearing up even more than before. My cheek was stinging and felt like it was burning up in the exact opposite of a blush.
Nobody had moved. We were all scared to. Nobody said anything, but Justin broke the silence with stutters of what seemed like an apology.
"D-Drew I... I don't... I'm... I didn't...".
I had to save him. He stood in front of both of our families, looking like the bad guy, when really, it was me.
I clambered up from the floor, ignoring the pain in my leg that had begun to ache since the fall.
I took his hand in mine, and leant in to softly kiss his cheek. He looked so confused.
I went to turn around and lead him up the stairs, but my leg gave a sharp, shooting pain that was hard not to accompany with sound.
"Carry me" I told him, hiding the wince of pain that I wanted to wear.
Our audience looked as confused as Justin was, but he did as I said, and lifted me up into his arms, one supporting my back, the other my legs. I snaked my way around his neck as he climbed the stairs, holding me tight to his chest and softly smoothing the leg that was in evident pain.
We lay on the bed for hours and hours on end, Justin's arms around me as he apologised every five minutes, promising to buy me something each time he did so.
Some of the most memorable things I got promised were:
• A brand new lotus
• As many dogs as I wanted
• A neverending supply of expensive jewellery
• The fanciest wedding of all time
• The most expensive wedding dress ever made
• A bodyguard
• A 'No Unprotected Sex In Schools' policy
• A mansion in Beverly Hills
• A juicer to make fresh juice of any kind (I really do want one of those)
• A swimming pool made of liquid gold
It's too bad. I didn't need any of that stuff (Although the juicer would be nice).
All I wanted was his love.
But I didn't have to ask for it.
It was evident the way he held me and caressed me softly that I already had everything I wanted. Right there, with him <3